"Well, may be so," replied the other; "but if it be so, it's of late it
must have happened, that's what I say."

Hourigan, who was by trade a shoemaker, was also a small farmer; but,
sooth to say, a more treacherous or ferocious-looking ruffian you could
not possibly meet with in a province. He was spare and big-boned slouchy
and stealthy in his gait, pale in face with dark, heavy brows that
seemed to have been kept from falling into his deep and down-looking
eyes only by an effort. His cheekbones stood out very prominently,
whilst his thin, pallid cheeks fell away so rapidly as to give him
something the appearance of the resuscitated skeleton of a murderer, for
never in the same face were the kindred spirits of murder and cowardice
so hideously blended.

Much more dialogue of the description just detailed took place, in which
the proctor was not without defenders; but at the same time, as we are
bound to record nothing but truth, we are compelled to say, that the
majority of the voices were fearfully against him. If, however, he, the
proctor and the instrument, had but few to support him, what must we not
suppose the defence of the system in all its bearings to have been?

At length, as Purcel and his family approached, the conversation was
transferred from the political to the personal, and he, his wife, and
his children, received at the hands of the people that satirical abuse,
equally unjust and ungenerous, which an industrious family, who have
raised themselves from poverty to independence, are in general certain
to receive from all those who are deficient in the virtues by which the
others rose.

"Ay, there he comes now, ridin' on his jauntin' car, an' does he think